“First off, Zim’s ability to keep himself from saying certain things is disabled. Secondly, Zim’s emotional suppressors kick off, making it where I become over emotional.” Zim answered.
Dib raised an eyebrow, before saying, “Aren’t you already over emotional?”
Zim gasped, “It has begun!”
Dib rolled his eyes, then he looked at Zim, “What am I supposed to do?”
“Go into my PAK’s mainframe, locate the problem and fix it.” Zim explained it like it was child’s’ play.
Zim then had a terrified look on his face, “But uh- my Tallest, if you happen to come across my medical files, please don’t look at them.”
“Why not?” Asked Dib curiously.
“Just don’t. I cannot control what is going on when my PAK is being tinkered with so I can only plead with you. Please remain away from Zim’s medical files.” Zim pleaded.
“Okay, I’ll do my best.” Dib sighed after a moment.
“My Tallest! That hurts! Get it out of me!” Zim yelled.
Dib sighed, “Hold on, just a little longer!”
“My Tallest! Please!” Zim yelled again.
“Go it!” Dib yelled with delight as he finally reached the lower parts of Zim’s PAK. (Ha-ha purvey minds!)
Zim growled, “Did you really have to be so rough?”
“Yeah, or it wouldn’t have opened.” Dib laughed at Zim’s expression. Then Dib looked into the PAK, “Damn, this will be complicated.”
Zim yawned, “My PAK is telling me to sleep. I’ll sleep until you are done.”
Zim then laid down his face, and drifted off to sleep. Dib laughed a bit, never understanding Irkens.
Dib dug and dug deeper and deeper into Zim’s Pak, finding it very difficult to navigate,
Finally he reached the super computer in Zim’s PAK, which had the mainframe in it. He pressed buttons, trying to figure out what was wrong with Zim.
Finally he found the issue, but it stated he needed to look at Zim’s medical files to access any real data on the matter.
Dib sighed, “Well, he never said I couldn’t look, if his PAK says so.”
He then opened Zim’s medical files, at first not finding anything worth while. Then he found a picture of Zim, except he was naked. Dib grimaced, then read the caption to the picture, it read,
Preferred Sex: Male
Current Age: 657 Yr. 6 Months
Wight: 97 Lbs.
Height: 5 Ft. 4
REPRODUCTIVE STATUS: LESS DOMINANT MALE, ABLE TO PRODUCE AND CARRY SMEET”
Dib gasped at that, Zim was to carry an offspring, like a human female!